Mar 2015
Red little leaves
Floating through the sky,
I ask, how does it feel
To be so high?
They smile, flying through
We don't know,
We're just a crew
Floating through the sky,
I ask, how does it feel
To be so high?
They smile, flying through
We don't know,
We're just a crew
(Philly)
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